I used to think I was special

Untitled Part 1

I suppose you have noticed, that the chapter is untitled. Was that a mistake, and accident on the writers part? I mean as you might've guessed yes he is a bit absent minded, but no that's not it with this case. There is no title, because there is no point. I'm not special, not important. This life isn't interesting, and this story isn't going to be worth it. It's bland, my life is bland. I never became the famous artist I dreamed of being, or singer or whatever. I know I'm not selling this story very well, as you'd think I should... But I don't really get the point of it. Nobodies going to read this anyway, no ones going to see it. I can say whatever I want, and only have the emptiness of life to judge me for it.
Now, I get this chapter is pretty short, and I apologize sincerely for it. Next time I'll try better, I promise... maybe, perhaps. Honestly I don't know. I'm not going up against any expectations anyways, as I said this will remain unread.